That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 452:

His scent, the solidness of his back, the warmth of his body. Heavens, this was a terrible idea. A terrible, stupid, reckless idea.

The grand king glanced over his shoulder. “How was your morning, beautiful?”

“The morning is still fresh, Your Grace,” she grumbled. She hesitated, then added, “I received the flowers. Thank you.”

“You are most welcome,” he said warmly. “The day is beautiful, is it not?”

“For a male who crawled out of death’s mouth, you’re certainly in high spirits this morning,” Emeriel muttered under her breath.

King Daemonikai chuckled. “I heard that.”

“Damn supernatural ears,” she mumbled.

“I heard that too,” he added, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

startled

us,” he announced. “Brace yourself.” He

wrapped around his waist, holding tight as the horse

countryside, Emeriel fought to feel

body under her hands, his hair tickling her face, the solidness

sooner than expected, but when she dismounted, she realized just how

of Asbar Mountain stood ahead,

had the rest of the entourage dispersed? Only Wegai remained, and even he turned his

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his horse,” Emeriel

obediently left the horse behind before making

her eyes narrowing as she noticed what lay ahead. He had set up… an

lined the field—wooden frames holding tightly drawn circles of straw, each one marked with a painted bullseye. Bows and quivers filled with arrows rested on a

come here occasionally to unwind,” King Daemonikai said, walking ahead with his hands